Voiceless

Title: Crime Scene or Witness

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Yuri heals Wolfram’s wounds, whether he wants him to or not. But maybe, just maybe, Wolfram preferred it that way.

Chapter Number: #15

Author Note: And, at last, the drama that has been building and bubbling has now simmered down to a delicately foaming stew of romance. Finally. May you all breathe in peace.

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“Why?” Yuri could tell it was supposed to be a shout, but because there wasn’t any sound, only the eyes could do it justice. He assumed that he could’ve healed Wolfram’s voice as well as the injuries he refused to tend to himself, but he felt that that might have been pushing it a bit. Wolfram hid behind the fact that his voice was weak; it was his way of coping with his attack. And it gave him an excuse to dodge questions as well.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt, Wolfram. So until I catch your attacker, I thought I’d at least fix you up where I can.” Wolfram glowered at him and turned his head away, making the “humph” of a mute and closing his eyes. “Oh, come on, Wolfram. You can’t get mad at me!”

“I can and I will,” Wolfram mouthed, not opening his eyes and not uncrossing his arms. He had to admit that he did feel better, and he guessed that if the pain was gone by the whim of the wimpy Demon King then there had to be at least some emotions involved. He didn’t wholly believe Yuri when he said that he intended to propose again, and mostly it was because of the conditional statement. He’d propose when he caught Wolfram’s attacker, but Wolfram didn’t know who that was, at least he didn’t think so…so there was know way that Yuri could do that. There was no way he could propose.

“Hey, Wolfram?” Wolfram opened one eye and turned his head just enough so that he could see the boy talking to him. One eye turned to two and his eyes widened as he was grabbed and pushed back against the mattress. He started fighting instinctively, perhaps harder than he should have. “Ow! Hey! Stop! No—Gah!” A lot harder than he should have.

When Yuri finally pulled away, Wolfram had already kneed him in the gut, punched him in the eyes, clawed at his face, and bitten him on the hand among other defensive acts. Several of the things he had done when Yuri was already pulling away. He could get in trouble for attacking the Demon King, but could anyone blame him? Yuri had grabbed him and forced him down against the bed so much like the other man had, he had no choice but to fight. No other thoughts fill his head except for those of escape.

However, Wolfram knew he’d fought much too hard. Yuri wasn’t that attacker. Yuri was just a wimp.

“Geez, Wolfram,” Yuri said, nursing the wrist that Wolfram had both bitten and twisted. “You’re stronger than you look. Ouch.”

“I’m sorry,” Wolfram mouthed, not moving from the position he had been pushed into, but keeping his eyes wide with both surprise and horror. What had Yuri been thinking? Holding him down like that? Why? Didn’t he know that, even if his physical wounds were gone…the other ones were still there? Didn’t he know that memories were there?

“It would have to take someone pretty tough to hold you down, hu?” Wolfram just stared at him. It was a test? A test to see if he could pick up on little details about what had happened?

“Don’t,” he mouthed, closing his eyes and turning his head away. He didn’t want to function as a crime scene.

“If you’d just tell me, I wouldn’t have to,” Yuri said, leaning down and kissing Wolfram’s cheek softly. A kiss was something different, even on the cheek, he enjoyed it. The man hadn’t kissed him, hadn’t…run his fingers through his hair like that, and he hadn’t released him when he’d fought.

But still, it was wrong! He didn’t want his hair petted, he didn’t want kissed or held against the mattress as a crime scene or as a lover of the man he was trying so hard to fall out of love with. He didn’t like it…he didn’t want it…so then why…why was he kissing back? Why was he even being kissed?!

“Yuri!” He cried. It was hard to make the noise and it sounded worse than it felt.

“Are you alright, Wolfram?” Yuri asked, pulling away and wiping his mouth absently on his sleeve as if, Wolfram felt, it had been dirtied.

Wolfram just snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. Was he alright? What a dumb question! Of course he was alright! He wasn’t a wimp like the Yuri, it would take a lot more than surprise touches to cause him any harm!

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Wolfram couldn’t sleep. It had little to do with fear of the man who had injured him, or out of loneliness (Greta had already fallen asleep by the time Yuri returned to bed, therefore, Wolfram had no reason to stay behind). What kept him awake, sitting on his bed staring out the window at the sun that, thankfully, did not rise was pure, childish wonder.

“I’m going to take you out for lunch tomorrow, Wolfram! So be ready!” That was the last thing Yuri said before closing his chamber door. Yuri was taking him out to lunch, and he had no idea where to or what would happen. He didn’t like it at all.


~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: Just a jaunt to keep the plot moving along. You know they’re necessary every now and then. The next chapter is their date. What in the world could Yuri come up with over night? Perhaps Wolfram wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep a wink.

Until Next Time

R&R

Alice Von Wonderland